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THE GINGERBP, 


LIBRARY of CONGRESS 


Maj Lindman 


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FOREWORD 


For a number of years the children of Europe 
have delighted in the adventures of Snipp, Snapp, 
and Snurr. The publication of an American edition 
of Snipp , Snapp , Snurr and the Red Shoes was a 
fortunate event for American children. 

Now comes a companion book in which the three 
little boys go somewhat farther afield. This simply 
told story with its clear, colorful pictures is just the 
type of fanciful story that little children enjoy, for 
there is genuine childlike humor, a slight element of 
adventure and a most satisfying ending. All of these 
help to make this book a favorite, and one that 
always brings the response, “Read it again!” 

Yours very sincerely, 

Alice Dalgliesh. 

Columbia University, 

New York City, 

August 25, 1932 






















































































































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SNIPP, SNAPP, SNURR 
and The Gingerbread 



Maj Lindman 


Albert Whitman & Company 



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Onipp, Snapp, and Snurr were three little 
^ boys. Their hair was yellow. Their 
cheeks were pink. Their eyes were blue. 

One morning they put on their red 
sweaters to take a walk. Soon they met 
their next door neighbor. 

“Good morning, Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr,” 
she said kindly. “Where are you going this 
nice morning?” 

“Good morning to you,” said the three 
little boys. “We each want to go to a dif¬ 
ferent place.” 

“I see,” said she. “Well, you take this 
coin, go to the baker, and buy whatever 
you want most.” 

She handed them a coin, smiled, and 
walked slowly down the street. 








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\A/ell, said Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr at 
"" once, “Let’s all go to the bakeryl” 

Down the street they ran, straight to the 
village baker. 

“Good morning, Mr. Baker,” they said 
as they walked in. 

“We have come for cookies,” said Snipp. 

“I thought we would like pie,” said Snapp. 

“No, we want gingerbread,” said Snurr. 

“Gingerbread is fine,” said the baker. “I 
am just stirring it now. Come out to the 
kitchen and watch me stir it for the last 
time before I put it in the oven I” 

Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr followed him 
out to the kitchen. They climbed up on the 
chair so that they could watch the baker 
more carefully. 





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Onipp, Snapp, and Snurr stood on one 
chair. Perhaps Snipp was too far back 
on the chair to see well and he tried to 
lean forward. It may have been that Snapp 
and Snurr were crowding each other to 
get a better view of the dark brown batter. 

Perhaps the chair slipped on the spot¬ 
less kitchen floor. Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr 
never could tell quite how it happened! 

But in a moment the chair was tipping 
forward, and the three little boys felt them¬ 
selves falling — falling head first into the 
dark brown gingerbread batter! 

The baker was so surprised that his 
white cap flew off his head. 


































LJe fell down in fright. As he sat there 
looking, Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr 
climbed out of the mixing trough. They 
were not hurt. 

But they were covered from tip to toe 
with dark brown batter. Their little red 
sweaters and blue trousers and red socks 
were all dark brown. Their faces and hair 
and clothes were all one dark brown color. 

“Let’s hurry home,” said Snipp, “before 
the baker can scold us.” 

“Let’s run,” said Snapp. 

“We’ll go out the front door,” said Snurr. 

Off across the shiny floor they ran, 
straight out into the street. 





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S nipp, Snapp, and Snurr, all covered 
with dark brown batter, ran down the 
street. They looked just like gingerbread 
boys who had come to life. 

An old woman sat at the corner selling 
apples. She could not believe her eyes 
when she saw three gingerbread boys 
running hand in hand in front of her. 

She was so frightened that she dropped 
her two baskets. The apples rolled down 
the street. 

A black cat saw the three little boys— 
and ran in the opposite direction. 

The town policeman took one look at 
the gingerbread boys and then hurried off. 
Even he did not know what to do about 
three gingerbread boys running down the 
street. 












A big black and white dog happened to 
** be near them. He smelled the rich 
brown gingerbread. 

Now the big black and white dog was 
very fond of gingerbread. So he ran after 
Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr. 

Poor Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr! How 
frightened they were to find a big dog run¬ 
ning after them! 

Down the street they ran, faster and 
faster. The dog ran faster and faster, too. 

Snurr, who was a little behind the others, 
stumbled and fell. 

Just as the big dog came very near, a 
golden coach drawn by four white horses 
rolled down the street. A beautiful Princess 
was in the coach. 






















T he coach drew up beside Snipp, Snapp, 
and Snurr. Two footmen helped them 
get into it. 

With a crack of the whip they were off. 
Straight to the palace they drove. The 
Princess was delighted with the three little 
boys. 

“I have always wanted to see a ginger¬ 
bread boy,” she said. “And now I have three, 
real, live gingerbread boys here with me I 
It is the nicest thing that could happen I 
We must have a party.” 

Soon Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr were 
drinking hot chocolate and eating fruit and 
cakes in the royal dining room. 

The Princess sat at the head of the 
table in a pink dress. She wore her golden 
crown and told them fairy tales. 


































W hen Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr had 
heard all her stories, the Princess 
helped them into the golden coach drawn 
by four white horses. She called her two 
footmen and told them to take the three 
little gingerbread boys home. 

For the second time that day Snipp, 
Snapp, and Snurr rode through the streets 
of the town in the golden coach. 

They looked out of the window as they 
rode along. 

They saw the old woman with her apples. 
The policeman stood at salute as they 
rode by. 

The black and white dog who liked the 
smell of gingerbread sat with his ears 
pricked up, and looked at them. 

















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W hen they reached home the two foot¬ 
men helped them out of the golden 
coach. When they saw Snipp, Snapp, and 
Snurr run safely in the front door, the coach¬ 
man cracked his whip. The four white 
horses pranced down the street with their 
silver bells tinkling. 

Almost before Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr 
had a chance to tell mother about their 
wonderful party in the palace, they found 
themselves in the big bathtub. 

Mother used soap and plenty of hot 
water. She even used a big scrubbing 
brush. Soon the gingerbread boys vanished. 
In their place were the three little boys who 
had gone to walk earlier in the day. 

Their hair was yellow. Their cheeks were 
pink. Their eyes were blue. They were 
smiling happily because the brown ginger¬ 
bread boys were gone forever. 
































Ooon mother tucked each little boy into 
^ bed. And as they lay there warm, 
and clean, and sleepy, Snipp said softly, 

“I am glad.”. Before he could finish 

he had gone to sleep. 

Snapp murmured sleepily, “I am glad I 

am not_”, and his eyelids closed in the 

middle of the sentence. 

So Snurr finished, “I am glad I am not 
a gingerbread boy.” Then he too was asleep. 

As they slept, the baker in his white cap 
and big spoon, the policeman with his long 
sword, the Princess in a pink dress and 
a golden crown, the old woman and her 
apples, gingerbread men, gingerbread ladies, 
and gingerbread pigs—all danced through 
their dreams. 

































































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